I’m here today to introduce you to PRIMAL, the second story in my new Overwatch series.
This series is the first time I’ve gone into writing something with the knowledge that I was building a series, so it’s been a whole new ride for me. Delilah can attest to the fact that just the thought of plotting and thinking ahead can send me into a panic. LOL
While Unfettered was the first story of the series it was more of a short 15k intro sort of thing. (And it’s free everywhere right now. (see more and read and excerpt HERE. ) PRIMAL is our first step going deeper into the Overwatch world.
While the characters will have Overwatch in common, the stories are not all “In the club” if that makes sense? So, you’ll see the club, and get to know the members, and take a walk in their lives. And hopefully you’ll want more of them, because I plan to have more of each character in every following story. As I get deeper into the club, the stories get longer. LOL The joys of learning to write a series.
So I’d like to invite you to come on this ride with me. I think its be a helluva a good time!!
Below you’ll see the details of Primal. One thing to note is that it is on sale at All Romance eBooks right now at the regular price for a soft opening. Or you can pre-order for only 99 cents at iBooks * Barnes and Noble * Amazon.com * Amazon.ca (release date is set for October 24)
If you post a review online, at any online bookstore, before October 24 just email a link to the review to email@example.com and you will be entered into a draw for one of three Online Gift Cards ($10)
BDSM club owner Adam Kessler is no one’s hero. He joined the army to get away from the gang-life that had taken his brother, only to come home to heartache. He doesn’t hide his dominant side, and he doesn’t hesitate in his need to protect or enforce his particular brand of retribution on those who’ve earned it. There’s no way in hell he could walk past a man hassling a woman in an empty parking lot and do nothing. Only when the confrontation is over and the voluptuous blonde turns eyes filled with desire to him, does Adam realize he’s in trouble.
Psychologist Olivia Hamilton grew up with the proverbial silver spoon, and has never regretted spending more time on her career than on romance, until she meets Adam Kessler. He’s dark, he’s dangerous, he’s deliciously dirty…and she wants him.
Passion burns quick and hot between them and soon they’re caught up in an intensely carnal relationship that neither can deny. But when Olivia’s life is threatened and she learns just how dangerous he can be, will it be too much for the civilized psychologist to handle, or will she truly accept the man and win her hero’s heart?
For the rest of the day, Olivia tried desperately not to think about the man who made her feel so much more than safe. It was no use though. Three days and three nights go had gone by since she’d met Adam, and each one of those days she’d thought of him, and each night she’d dreamt of him.
Never had she wanted a man like she wanted him, and she didn’t even know him. It was crazy, and that was something coming from a clinical psychologist who understood crazy.
The psychologist in her said to get over it. He was a white knight fantasy, an effect of the shock and trauma of being attacked and nearly raped.
The woman in her said she go for it. Live a little and indulge her dormant wild side for once.
She rarely indulged in anything anymore. Somehow, her life had become work, work, and work with the occasional dinner date that ended in mediocre sex to satisfy the human need for touch. It wasn’t enough anymore.
So, later that afternoon, after her last client of the day left, she closed her files and left the office.
It was early Wednesday evening by the time she parked in the same lot she’d dropped Adam off late on Sunday night and turned her car off. She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and dialed his number.
He answered before the second ring and, at the sound of his voice, everything she’d planned to say fled her brain. “I’m here,” she said.
Fortunately, they still seemed to be on the same wavelength. “Are you sure?” he asked.
Was she? She wasn’t a stupid woman. By all accounts she was, in fact, very smart. Intellectually, what she was about to do wasn’t so smart, but instinctively, she knew she could do nothing else. This man got to her.
A relieved sigh gusted over the phone. “Where are you? Exactly?”
She told him, and a few seconds later she saw him round the corner of the warehouse in front of her. Heart pounding she disconnected the call and climbed out of the car to meet him in the lot. He strode forward, his powerful body covered in loose jeans and a white T-shirt with an unzipped hoody over it.
She was way overdressed in the suit she’d worn to the office that day, but she hadn’t taken the time to go home and change. She’d left the office early, and still had to battle rush hour to get there. After three days, she hadn’t wanted to wait any longer to see him again.
“How are you?” he asked.
She smiled. It was funny how those three words were so common, yet sometimes they meant so much. The concern in Adam’s whiskey-colored eyes made it clear he meant his words; they weren’t just some polite nicety.
“I’m good. No after effects at all. Except the headache of having to go in and formally press charges, that is.” She smiled ruefully.
They stood there, face-to-face, in another parking lot, not speaking. It was weird. Normally the silence would feel uncomfortable for her, but with him, she didn’t mind. Just being with him somehow made everything feel normal. No, not normal. Right. Being with him, sharing space with him, felt strangely right.
Then he spoke. “Why did you come?”
“Um.” She licked her lips, suddenly unsure. Maybe it was all in her head. Maybe he didn’t feel the same pull she did. Maybe—
“Are you here just to get laid, or are you interested in me as a man and a person?” He stepped closer, reached out to grasp her hand and her wildly careening thoughts calmed. “I’m asking because I want to know if you’re staying for dinner after I fuck you so hard you’re gonna have trouble walking tomorrow?”
Her breath caught in her throat. If any other man had spoken to her like that she’d have slapped him so hard his head spun, but the flicker of tenderness lurking beneath the heat in Adam’s intense gaze made his coarse words an incredible turn-on.
Who was she kidding? Everything about the man was an incredible turn-on
Olivia pulled herself together. “Dinner after sounds good,” she said with a grin.
He tugged on her hand, and she followed when he turned and strode back toward the building. Adam pushed through the front door of the warehouse but stopped halfway through the next.
“Close up for me, Bash. If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”
She caught a glimpse of a boxing ring and a young guy skipping rope before the door closed and Adam led her to a door she hadn’t even noticed to the left in the entryway. He shoved a key in the lock, opened it, and led her up the narrow set of stairs there without saying another word. When they reached the top, he let her hand go and kept walking while she stalled, checking out the open-space loft of the converted warehouse.
It wasn’t that big, maybe a thousand square feet, but it had a rough beauty to it. Sort of like the man himself, she thought as she watched him stride across the concrete floor to the huge bed against the far wall. He’d let go of her hand when they’d reached the top of the stairs, and she realized it was for a reason.
He still wasn’t a hundred percent sure of her. If he was, he would’ve walked her right to the bed himself. Instead, he stood next to it, watching her, waiting for her to go to him on her own.
“I feel like I need to warn you,” he said.
“Warn me?” she asked as she glanced around the loft, taking in the shelf full of books, the closet and bathroom doors, the comfortable sofa and arm chairs, and the big metal cabinet in the far corner than had a large lock on it.
“You’re a lady, with a capital L, but I don’t want a lady in my bed.”
Her gaze snapped back to him. What the hell? He didn’t want her?
“Don’t misunderstand me,” he said, as if he could read her mind. “I want you, but I won’t be treating you like a lady, and I need you to know that all you have to do is say No, or Stop, and I’ll stop.”
“What will you be treating me like?” she asked.
“A woman who’s passionate enough to match my hungers with her own.”
Oh, Lordy. Breathe, Olivia.
“And what do you hunger for?” she forced out in a breathless voice.
He smiled, and it had enough of the devil in it that a little tingle of unease ran up her spine. “Control,” he said simply. “Complete sexual domination of my partner.”
“Sounds…wonderful,” she said, meaning it. Like most women, she had fantasies of submitting to a strong man who wanted nothing more than to give her pleasure. She was strong and in control all damn day long. Giving up control in exchange for pleasure sounded good to her. And there was no doubt in her mind that Adam would give her pleasure.
“Good,” he stated. “You masturbate?”
“Of course I masturbate.”
“Now?” Heat flooded through her. Arousal mixed with excitement and embarrassment.
His expression didn’t change, he just waited to see if she would leave or do what he said.
Part of her wanted to leave. Just say “screw that” and walk away. But a bigger part of her was eager to strip down and do whatever he wanted. Intellectually, she’d understood there was a freedom in simply following. What she’d never really got until that moment was the strength required to do so. Saying she’d give up control was easy, but the reality of it, of laying herself bare both figuratively and literally, required an enormous amount of inner strength. Did she have that?
Hesitant, she studied the man in front of her.
He should scare her, what with his predatory air and closed-off expression, as if he really did expect her to turn and leave. But instead of fear building inside her when she looked at him, it was fascination and an eagerness unlike she’d ever felt. If she turned and ran, would he chase her?
A shiver danced over her skin, making her nipples pebble and her pussy pulse.
Before she could think twice, her hands were up and her fingers were slipping the buttons on her blouse undone. Keeping her gaze on him, she continued to undo them as she walked toward him. When she stood less than a foot from him, her blouse hung open and she shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.
Hmmmm! HOT! Love that cover! *fanning self* Need to go read now!
So hot my smoke detectors just went off.
Pansy, I agree. Love the cover. And it’s so perfectly Adam. 🙂
Pat, take the batteries out and enjoy the cover art. 😉
did I miss something,I pre-ordered this because it looks hot,hot,hot,however it says to enter the contest to do a review before the release date of 10/24, how can you write a review when you can’t get the book before the 24th?
Sharon, the original release date was the 14th. It had to be pushed ten days, and the contest extended until he 31st. Sorry, don’t know how that was missed.
It releases Midnight tomorrow, and if you an post a review before midnight on the 31st, then send me an email firstname.lastname@example.org to be entered. 🙂
Goodreads and Bookstore reviews count as individual entries-even if they same review is copied and pasted. 🙂